Lovely Winter

**Love by Chance in Siliguri**

Siliguri, a bustling town in North Bengal, framed by the distant Himalayas. The air is filled with the scent of tea and spices, and the cool winter breeze carries a hint of nostalgia.

The afternoon sun bathes the tea shop in golden light. Aarav who is A 32-year-old travel photographer, ruggedly handsome with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He has wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, sits at a small table outside, editing photos on his laptop, while Nisha who is 28-year-old aspiring writer, with long, curly black hair and warm brown eyes. She has seen in cozy sweaters and leggings scribbles in her notebook nearby, occasionally glancing at the vibrant landscape.

**Nisha:** (looking up) "You know, every time I see that view, it feels like a different world."

**Aarav:** (smiling) "It does. It’s like the mountains have their own secrets to tell."

Nisha bites her lip, hesitating. The tension between them has been building ever since they met at a local festival weeks ago.

**Nisha:** "What’s the most breathtaking place you’ve ever photographed?"

**Aarav:** (thoughtfully) "There’s a cliff in Bhutan. You can see the entire valley below. It felt like I was on the edge of the world."

**Nisha:** "Sounds amazing. I’ve always dreamed of standing at the edge of something vast, feeling alive."

**Aarav:** (leaning forward) "You should do it. Life is too short to play it safe."

Nisha smiles, but there’s an edge of fear in her eyes.

**Nisha:** "It’s easier said than done. What if I fail?"

**Aarav:** "What if you don’t? You might just find something incredible."

The air between them grows thick with unspoken feelings. Nisha looks down at her notebook, tracing the lines with her finger.

**Nisha:** "You make it sound easy. But for me, it’s complicated. I’ve always been afraid of taking risks."

**Aarav:** (gently) "Maybe you just need the right person to push you."

Their eyes lock, and the moment hangs heavy. Nisha feels a rush of emotions, fighting the urge to cross the distance between them.

**Nisha:** "And what if that person isn’t what they seem?"

**Aarav:** (softly) "Then you have to trust your instincts. Sometimes, you have to leap into the unknown."

Suddenly, a loud horn blares from the street, breaking the spell. Aarav pulls back, glancing at the commotion outside. Nisha’s heart races, her mind swirling with doubt and desire.

**Nisha:** (voice trembling) "Aarav, I—"

**Aarav:** (interrupting) "Let’s take a walk. I know a place where you can see the mountains up close."

**Nisha:** (surprised) "Now?"

**Aarav:** "Yeah. What better time to embrace the unknown?"

She hesitates, but something in his eyes draws her in. With a deep breath, she nods.

**Nisha:** "Okay. Let’s go."

They walk hand-in-hand through the winding paths of the tea gardens, laughter and teasing filling the air. As they reach a secluded cliff, Nisha feels a mix of exhilaration and fear.

**Aarav:** (pointing) "There it is. Isn’t it beautiful?"

Nisha steps closer to the edge, the vast expanse stretching before her. The valley below is stunning, but the height sends a chill down her spine.